The curious case of a Novel

The ink spilled and clotted like blood

The victim of the crime was a novel

The pen was a machete

which had opened every wound

 

The crime had been deciphered

The object of crime had been found

The criminal was still at large,

hiding in the pages

 

The case assigned to a reader

The reader sniffed the pages and gave them a little flip

The sound that evaded

was what gave away the author

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